Solas is absolutely no help. Strange looks over at the elf and just gives him a glare. He's still on the ground, with his hand in the dirt, looking not all that impressive. And, unknown to him, a second nug is hopping over to sniff the snare.
"Of course I know how to get one over on a nug. I know precisely what I'm doing!" And then, without realizing it, Strange clenches his fists in anger. The snare tightens around one of the nug's legs and the creature lets out a small yelp of pain--which, of course, causes Strange to look over.
This was entirely by accident. And so, after a brief, confused pause, Strange decides to play it off like he totally knew what he was doing. He couldn't do anything to hide that brief moment of confusion but now there's a moment of smugness.
"See? It simply took a little finesse." And, with a quickly muttered incantation, a second root grows from the ground, wrapping itself around the tiny creature's neck. With another clench of his fist, the root magically tightens and the nug's dead. Now he just has to skin and cook the damn thing.
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"Of course I know how to get one over on a nug. I know precisely what I'm doing!" And then, without realizing it, Strange clenches his fists in anger. The snare tightens around one of the nug's legs and the creature lets out a small yelp of pain--which, of course, causes Strange to look over.
This was entirely by accident. And so, after a brief, confused pause, Strange decides to play it off like he totally knew what he was doing. He couldn't do anything to hide that brief moment of confusion but now there's a moment of smugness.
"See? It simply took a little finesse." And, with a quickly muttered incantation, a second root grows from the ground, wrapping itself around the tiny creature's neck. With another clench of his fist, the root magically tightens and the nug's dead. Now he just has to skin and cook the damn thing.